Bananenbar

Improbably dexterous female genitalia can be seen performing night after night – and, as the central part of their belief-beggaring act, spitting out an average of 15kg (33lbs) of fruit every evening. For €50 you get one hour to drink all you want but the appeal is the girls who, for another €50, will perform their speciality trick; oiling up their breasts for team grope or presenting a banana from their nether regions. A former owner of the Bananenbar once tried to stave off the taxmen – and get round the fact that his drinking license had lapsed – by picking Satan as a deity and registering the Bananenbar as a place of worship. It was a scam that worked for years – until 1988, when the ‘Church of Satan’ claimed a membership of 40,000 overseen by a council of nine anonymous persons. The tax police were called in to bust the joint, but the bar was tipped off and the ‘church’ disbanded. Now under the same ownership as the Erotic Museum, the Bananenbar has kept its name and returned to its roots as a purveyor of sleaze.